"Major Bob, do you think that with this Indian army, you should be able to keep those Chinese soldiers from bothering?" One of them asked in a whisper to his companion, Major Bob of the British Eastern Colonies. 【Reading.com】

"Who knows?" Bob shrugged. "To tell you the truth, I don't think much of these Indian troops, but for now, we can only rely on their strength to escort us back to Agra, you know, now that we are not as strong in the East as we used to be, and our damned fellow Europeans are not willing to help. These treacherous guys are not even as good as bitches. At the end of the day, Bob angrily spat at the weeds around him.

"Dear Bob, pay attention to your appearance, we are soldiers of the British Empire, not those rogue ruffians." One of the officers, who had not spoken, frowned when he saw Bob's vulgar behavior.

Major Bob immediately apologized to this one. "I am sorry, honorable Count Cherryman, and I am sorry for my behaviour, but I still think that our fellow Europeans are a bunch of untrustworthy, capricious and despicable little people."

"We are well aware of this, but the problem is that we need their help now, and they need us as well, because, although they have united with the Chinese to drive our British Empire out of this land and divide it up, they are equally afraid of the rapidly growing Orient, the ruler of the East, who is more expansive and aggressive, His Excellency the Führer."

"Because this empire is so close to this fat, gold and jewel land of India, and our excellent diplomats of the British Empire, who have spent countless efforts and finally got some due rewards, otherwise we would not have been able to leave Penang and come here." Count Cherryman moved his body a little uncomfortably, and the earthy yellow Indian servant uniform on his body really made him feel extremely difficult to see, as an excellent nobleman who often wandered around the aristocratic social circle, he would actually wear such an indecent garment, without some decoration and trimmed lace, I have to say that this is a kind of torture.

But the Earl of Cherriman was filled with fighting spirit at the thought of his mission, yes, for the prosperity and prosperity of the British Empire, and for the British Empire to once again dominate the lands of the East.

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This time, he came to India, and his mission was to try to persuade the Indians and the Mughal Empire to unite against the Chinese, while his fellow Europeans, the Westerners of other countries, remained silent about this, but quietly gave some convenience and help, but, no matter what tempting conditions Count Cherriman offered, they were by no means willing to stand up at this time, and blatantly sided with the British and Indians.

These damn guys, it's really the same as Major Bob said, they're just watching the show from the sidelines, and they want the British, Indians and Chinese to fight to the death, and in the end, they come to profit from it.

But now, the British have to use the Indians who originally let them ride under the ass, make countless promises, and even give some distressing conditions, so that these Indians who do not have a good impression of the British are appeased, and are willing to help them.

Thinking of the 20,000 muskets and hundreds of thousands of bullets that Britain had paid, as well as the fact that it would not invade Uttar Pradesh, recognize the Mughal Empire's dominance over India, and promise to deal with other Europeans together with the Mughal Empire after driving out the Orientals, Count Cherriman was not concerned at all about the conditions of the right to rule and the conditions of no further invasion of Uttar Pradesh.

Because, when dealing with the natives of those colonies, the British used such capricious tricks I don't know how many times, and it was with these means that the British were able to snatch pieces of fat from the mouths of those former colonial powers again and again.

"Wait, after those Chinese are cleaned up and our European compatriots are driven out of this land, this will still be a jewel in the crown of His Majesty the King of the British Empire, and no one will be allowed to touch it again." The corners of Earl Cherryman's mouth curled slightly, revealing a slight sinister smile.

And in front of them, the British legation disguised as Indian soldiers, was Mir, one of the four military vassals of the Mughal Empire. Bakshi was very nervous, although this time he brought out all the elite royal guards of the Mughal Empire, and escorted them here to negotiate with the Persians, Afghans, and Marat feudal princes who had already invaded northern India, and unite against the Chinese.

Although the trip was very fruitful, and he came with no enemies other than two Chinese rangers, he was still worried that he would encounter the Chinese army, and the damned Sikh army.

Yes, in the Punjab there are Sikhs who do not identify with either Islam or Hinduism, and although they are not in large numbers, they occupy the rich Punjab.

These damned Sikhs have been at war with the Mughal Empire for hundreds of years, but they have never been able to wipe out these damned infidels, and now, the Chinese have appeared, and they have established settlements in the Punjab, and there has been a fierce war between the two sides, but they are also the enemies of all Indians.

Thankfully, this time, the British came, bringing peace instead of ambitions to annex the Mughal Empire. Helping the Mughal Empire regain its former glory, of course, comes at a price, which is to unite with the British to drive out the Orientals, and the damned Europeans, but for the sake of the Mughal Empire, the price is really worth it.

The Mughal Empire hated the Chinese who controlled the most fertile lands near the rivers of the Indus Plain and near the rivers of the Ganges Plain, and those damned Chinese, who occupied the two richest and most fertile plains of the Mughal Empire, although the population of those Chinese was less than 500,000 and the number of armies was not large, but they were stuck in the most critical towns of the two river basins. Multan on the plain of the Indus River, the city of Qunu on the plain of the Gangetic River, and the estuaries of two rivers, they traveled by river ships.

Although the Indians were outnumbered, the fighting power of those damned Chinese armies was really palpitating, and the native kings of Uttar Pradesh tried to wipe out the cities of Namultan and Qunu several times, but each time they suffered a lot of losses, so they had to sign a non-aggression pact.

However, at any time, there are more and more Orientals, who are squeezing the living space of Indians in the valley of the two rivers, and this time, if it were not for the British vigorously supporting a large number of weapons, perhaps those who are greedy for life and afraid of death would not have been willing to send troops at all.

The thought of the large number of firearms and those bullets filled the heart of the Mughal minister, who was only relying on the firearms in his own hands to defeat the armies of Uttar Pradesh and the Mughal Empire, which were almost entirely scimitars and bows and arrows, and now, with the help of the British, the important minister believed that it would not be long before those Orientals would have to leave the land of India in disgrace.

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In the center of Mandalay, the capital of Burma, the typical Southeast Asian architectural palace looks so magnificent, in his early fifties, Meng Yun, the contemporary monarch of the Gongbang Dynasty with gray temples, looked at the Westerner sitting at the bottom, a British envoy from Penang, looking at the beautiful Western objects placed in the center of the palace, and frowned tightly.

"Your Majesty, the British Empire is willing to reconcile with the Kingdom of Burma for eternity, and has brought our sincerity, three thousand of the finest muskets in the world, and fifty cannons, is it not enough?" The English envoy seemed to see the hesitation in the monarch's eyes, and spoke again. "The Qing Kingdom, this behemoth is now in chaos, there is a cult at work in their country, and a Qing general has rebelled against his homeland and is trying to overthrow the rule of the Tatars, they simply have no spare power to control the affairs here."

"But if I anger this vast empire, the consequences will be terrible." Meng Yun raised his head and looked at the British envoy and said lightly.

"I know this, but your Majesty the King, please don't forget that that huge empire has launched aggression against your country several times, yes, shameless acts of aggression, your country will be stubbornly and heroically repulsed, and even caused them to lose many excellent generals, if it were not for your grandfather, His Majesty Meng Jie, who was merciful and wanted to live in peace with that empire, and sent envoys to make peace, I believe that the final losers should still be them."

Hearing the British envoy talk about the war that made Burma proud, and talking about his grandfather with outstanding achievements, Meng Yun couldn't help but smile a little more: "You have won the prize, Mr. Fox, although we in Burma have repelled the invasion of that empire several times, but the problem is that we have also spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and now, our Burmese kingdom has only gained more than twenty years of peace, and we are now ......"

"Your Majesty, we are willing to recognize the land east of the Nagar Hills of Assam as the inherent territory of the Kingdom of Burma, and of course, we will send you another two thousand muskets and thirty artillery pieces to maintain the strength of the Burmese king's [***] team."

“…… No way. Meng Yun shook his head, but his gaze was no longer calm, but pulsing with burning greed and possession. Because, the price you are offering is too low. ”

(To be continued)